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My aunts washed dishes while the uncles
squirted each other on the lawn with
garden hoses. Why are we in here,
I said, and they are out there?
That’s the way it is,
said Aunt Hetty, the shriveled-up one.
I have the rages that small animals have,
being small, being animal.
Written on me was a message,
“At Your Service,”
like a book of paper matches.
One by one we were taken out
and struck.
We come bearing supper,
our heads on fire.
Project Princess
Teeny feet rock
layered double socks
Popping side piping of
many colored loose lace ups
Racing toe keeps up with fancy free gear
slick slide and just pressed recently weaved hair
Jeans oversized belie her hips, back, thighs
that have made guys sigh
for milleni year
Topped by an attractive jacket
her suit’s not for flacking, flunkies, junkies
or punk homies on the stroll.
Her hands mobile thrones of today’s urban goddess
Clinking rings link dragon fingers
no need to be modest.
One or two gap teeth coolin’
sport gold initials
Doubt you get to her name
just check from the side
please chill.
Multidimensional shrimp earrings
frame her cinnamon face
Crimson with a compliment if a
comment hits the right place
Don’t step to the plate
with datelines from ‘88
Spare your simple, fragile feelings
with the same sense that you came
Color woman variation reworks the french twist
with crinkle cut platinum frosted bangs
from a spray can’s mist
Never dissed, she insists:
“No you can’t touch this.”
And, if pissed, bedecked fists
stop boys who must persist.
She’s the one. Give her some. Under fire. Smoking
gun. Of which songs
are sung, raps are spun, bells are rung, rocked, pistols
cocked, unwanted
advances blocked, well stacked she’s jock. It’s all
about you girl. You go
on. Don’t you dare stop.
Kneeling in the keeping room where she usually went to talk-think it was clear why Baby Suggs was so starved for color. There was’t any except for two orange squares in a quilt that made the absence shout. The walls of the room were slate-colored, the floor earth-brown, the wooden dresser the color of itself, curtains white, and the dominating feature, the quilt over an iron cot, was made up of scraps of blue serge, black, brown and gray wool–the full range of the dark and the muted that thrift and modesty allowed. In that sober field, two patches of orange looked wild–like life in the raw.
Toni MorrisonThe greatest challenge to any thinker is stating the problem in a way that will allow a solution.
Bertrand RussellImpiety, n. Your irreverence toward my deity.
Ambrose BierceThe most savage controversies are those about matters as to which there is no good evidence either way.
Bertrand RussellNot to be absolutely certain is, I think, one of the essential things in rationality.
Bertrand RussellOne should as a rule respect public opinion in so far as is necessary to avoid starvation and to keep out of prison, but anything that goes beyond this is voluntary submission to an unnecessary tyranny, and is likely to interfere with happiness in all kinds of ways.
Bertrand RussellYou can surrender without a prayer, but never really pray without surrender. You can fight without ever winning, but never ever win without a fight.
Neil PeartTag: inspirational
Fear is the main source of superstition, and one of the main sources of cruelty. To conquer fear is the beginning of wisdom.
Bertrand RussellTag: fear superstition cruelty
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